/lit/ - Literature

Blake has always been a favorite of mine since I first read him in grade school all those years ago. I really am very appreciative of him since his poetry was at the same time both simple enough to be accessible when I was younger yet profound enough for me to still enjoy and discover new things about it as I've grown older.

>I froze your tears and made a dagger,
>and stabbed it in my cock forever.
>It stays there like Excalibur.
>Are you my Arthur?
>Say you are.

>Take this cool, dark, steelèd blade,
>Steal it, sheath it, in your lake.
>I’d drown with you to be together.
>Must you breathe? 'cause I need Heaven.

wtf you guys said blake was good

>Nigger, nigger, burning bright
>In the shadows of the night
Seriously????

What does /lit/ think of William Blake?

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like 𝔞n 𝔞ngel
Your skin m𝔞kes me cry
You flo𝔞t like 𝔞 fe𝔞ther
In 𝔞 be𝔞utiful world
And I wish I w𝔞s speci𝔞l
You're so fuckin' speci𝔞l
But I'm 𝔞 creep, I'm 𝔞 weirdo.
Wh𝔞t the hell 𝔞m I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't c𝔞re if it hurts
I w𝔞nt to h𝔞ve control
I w𝔞nt 𝔞 perfect body
I w𝔞nt 𝔞 perfect soul
I w𝔞nt you to notice
When I'm not 𝔞round
You're so fuckin' speci𝔞l
I wish I w𝔞s speci𝔞l
But I'm 𝔞 creep, I'm 𝔞 weirdo.
Wh𝔞t the hell 𝔞m I doing here?
I don't belong here.
She's running out 𝔞g𝔞in,
She's running out
She's run run run run
Wh𝔞tever m𝔞kes you h𝔞ppy
Wh𝔞tever you w𝔞nt
You're so fuckin' speci𝔞l
I wish I w𝔞s speci𝔞l
But I'm 𝔞 creep, I'm 𝔞 weirdo,
Wh𝔞t the hell 𝔞m I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.

Wh𝖊n you w𝖊r𝖊 h𝖊r𝖊 b𝖊for𝖊
Couldn't look you in th𝖊 𝖊y𝖊
You'r𝖊 just lik𝖊 𝖆n 𝖆ng𝖊l
Your skin m𝖆k𝖊s m𝖊 cry
You flo𝖆t lik𝖊 𝖆 f𝖊𝖆th𝖊r
In 𝖆 b𝖊𝖆utiful world
And I wish I w𝖆s sp𝖊ci𝖆l
You'r𝖊 so fuckin' sp𝖊ci𝖆l
But I'm 𝖆 cr𝖊𝖊p, I'm 𝖆 w𝖊irdo.
Wh𝖆t th𝖊 h𝖊ll 𝖆m I doing h𝖊r𝖊?
I don't b𝖊long h𝖊r𝖊.
I don't c𝖆r𝖊 if it hurts
I w𝖆nt to h𝖆v𝖊 control
I w𝖆nt 𝖆 p𝖊rf𝖊ct body
I w𝖆nt 𝖆 p𝖊rf𝖊ct soul
I w𝖆nt you to notic𝖊
Wh𝖊n I'm not 𝖆round
You'r𝖊 so fuckin' sp𝖊ci𝖆l
I wish I w𝖆s sp𝖊ci𝖆l
But I'm 𝖆 cr𝖊𝖊p, I'm 𝖆 w𝖊irdo.
Wh𝖆t th𝖊 h𝖊ll 𝖆m I doing h𝖊r𝖊?
I don't b𝖊long h𝖊r𝖊.
Sh𝖊's running out 𝖆g𝖆in,
Sh𝖊's running out
Sh𝖊's run run run run
Wh𝖆t𝖊v𝖊r m𝖆k𝖊s you h𝖆ppy
Wh𝖆t𝖊v𝖊r you w𝖆nt
You'r𝖊 so fuckin' sp𝖊ci𝖆l
I wish I w𝖆s sp𝖊ci𝖆l
But I'm 𝖆 cr𝖊𝖊p, I'm 𝖆 w𝖊irdo,
Wh𝖆t th𝖊 h𝖊ll 𝖆m I doing h𝖊r𝖊?
I don't b𝖊long h𝖊r𝖊.
I don't b𝖊long h𝖊r𝖊.

anons posting about him, he’s favorite artist of my favorite writer, Iain McGilchrist
—McGilchrist sees Blake as perfect balance between brain hemispheres, and as the modern royal road back to faith in God
—have to study math, and Blake’s wild ideas and alive paintings are giving me respite from cold machine-like math thinking
tldr: McGilchrist is my numero uno writer, and he urges you to immerse yourself in Blake
thanks for any replies—very important to me

What does /lit/ think of William Blake?

>What’, it will be Question’d, ‘When the sun rises do you not see a round Disk of fire somewhat like a Guinea?’ O no, no, I see an Innumerable company of the Heavenly host crying ‘Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.’ I question not my Corporeal or Vegetative Eye any more than I would Question a Window concerning a Sight. I look through it & not with it.

>>12304438
William Blake:
Destroyed

Kek

>Fantasy for adults
Mythopoeia and poetry.

>>12268947
Yeah it feels like very little except outside intervention can help us get out of this pickle at this point

>>12119912
>>12115409
>>12114419
I think you ment to say Blake, the Father of
English Romanticism

>throughout life, consistently claim to "see visions daily"
>claims to see God at four years old
>claims he saw a tree full of angels
>claims to see angels walking around a group of haymakers
>claim to see numerous children who died as poor chimney sweeps be resurrected by compassionate angels and lead to a beautiful green valley
>claim to have had discussions with the Virgin Mary and the angel Gabriel and many more saints and angels
>claims to regularly converse with his brother who died twelve years prior
>says he prefers one city over another because in that one city he could vividly see his wife and his sister in Heaven
>claim to see the ghost of a flea, asked to draw it. claim that while drawing it, numerous visitors including several angels sit around you watching you draw
>claim to see satan on his staircase in his home
>write ten full books of prophecy (Tiriel, The Book of Thel, America a Prophecy, Europe a Prophecy, Visions of the Daughters of Albion, The Book of Urizen, The Book of Ahania, The Book of Los, The Song of Los; Vala, or The Four Zoas; Milton a Poem, Jerusalem The Emanation of the Giant Albion)
>claim he writes poems and stories because archangels ask/tell him to, and they read and enjoy his works
>claims to literally be famous in Heaven for his poetry
>two centuries later all anyone remembers you about is your little poem about tigers

How can I create my own reality via my imagination (you)?

Favorite Blake poems?

>Seneca's Letters
>Augustine's Confessions
>Blake's Songs of Innocense and Experience
>Wordsworth and Coleridge's Lyrical Ballads
>Fragments of the Presocratics (specifically Heraclitus, Anaxagoras, and Parmenides)
>>11190354
>clothing
Flashy yet fashionable
>fetishes
BDSM
>hobbies
Bike riding, reading
>breakfast
Freezer waffles

What book(s) should I pick up if I want to get into this guy's work?

Also general Blake thread

Will
Also who is the saddest poet?

Pic related (Blake), Coleridge, and Wordsworth

>>10824192
>>10824546
>>10824556

I want to read this man. Where do I begin?

BORN TO FEEL / RATIONALISM IS A FUCK / Kill Em All 1798 / I am laudatum man / 410,757,864,530 DEAD ALBATROSSES

https://vocaroo.com/i/s1QdWk3xOhE0
Just going to drop this here

The goodest boy, Blake

I love Songs of Innocence and Experience. What does /lit/ think about William Blake and his work?